Kickin’ the Preacher

Lest any of you get the wrong impression of our kids’ behavior from my last posted ideas for “character training,” let me share a story that happened about an hour ago.

On our way out of church, Cassie and I were wrestling the three children out the door to the parking lot. Cassie was holding a wriggling and overly-tired Ava, and I was hurriedly negotiating with Kelty about something. Mistake Number One: No one had a grip on Cade, who had just gotten released from two hours in a small room for Sunday School. Our Pastor, Kirk, was standing by the door, as all good pastorly preachers do, shaking hands and speaking with people as they left the service. Cassie and I looked up and began the pleasant goodbyes to Kirk when my three year-old walked right up to the unsuspecting pastor and kicked him in the shins with karate-like gusto. No provocation (obviously), no warning. Just a hardy kick to the shins of the big guy. Cassie was horrified. Kirk began laughing. And I promptly marched my little man out the door. I bent down and began the motherly scolding which included the question, “Where on earth did you learn that?” To which Cade responded immediately and proudly, “I learned it from the Chinese;” I’m assuming he meant some karate movie with Asian people. Regardless, Matt eventually took him back inside to apologize to the Pastor who, of course, accepted the apology more than graciously, sore shin and all.

So, please, please, please do not walk away from reading this blog as if I have this mothering thing all together or as if my children are “beautiful flowers perfectly blooming in my perfectly parented garden.” No, no, no. In reality, I was the only mom at church this morning who’s preschooler attacked the preacher.

They keep us humble, don’t they?

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